I've started over 400 different blogs. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I'm about to quit this one. I blame technology; I kept a journal for about seventeen years before it started diluting into a few computers, PDAs, plays (beware, people from my past), and...then the ultimate emotional graveyard, the blog. It even sounds like something you should have cauterized and removed. Nevertheless, I'm a paragraph into the latest one - what you're reading now - and I don't know where this is going to go.
One thing I will tell you (and who are you, by the way?) is that for the first time in years, I'm deliberately not making a huge project plan for the year. There are the inevitable projects - one-act festivals to produce, the annual film festival, revisiting whether or not I want to bring back the musical, and the subsequent nosebleeds. I feel like something big is waiting to happen, like a huge 3 story hand, cocked and ready in "flick" mode and aimed at the back of my head. I've got three or four groundbreaking projects that are sitting in the back of my mind, out of focus and a bit in the shadows, but I don't know which one is going to step forward.
How much longer will I be at Playhouse? How much longer will I be at 21st? Will Warner Bros. come through on their promise to put me in the right place to work and network and eventually run the studio? Will Batman escape the huge cheese grater that Mr. Squeak is lowering ever so slowly?
Boredom is my enemy. Mediocrity is my greatest fear. Chocolate is my friend. We'll find out together through this very blog if I find the answers I'm looking for and...you know what, never mind. I'm quitting this blog. Or not.
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